[readingwithlemons]

FREEDOM OF DRAGONS UPDATE

Read on ao3 || Aemond Targaryen x Oc!Targaryen!Reader || rated:18+Mature

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summary:

Relationships are established; as the King's two sons becomes betrothed and their Valyrian line remains pure for another generation.

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[aemondtargaryenswhore]

Omg can you write something where Aemond introduce his girl and Vhagar to each other?Similar to that scene with Daemon and Mysaria?🥺🥺

I have literally been going crazy over Vhagar and my friends think I am crazy... I love her so much!

Vhagar

Warnings: none, really. Just fluff

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"What if she doesn't like me?.." You asked, your voice wavering as Aemond led you out into the fields.

Aemond had told you Vhagar wasn't liking the dragon pits, so he let her roam about.

Aemond turned around and you gasped as he connected his lips with yours, his arms snaking around your waist and holding you tightly.

He abruptly pulled you away and you tugged the lapels of his jacket, getting a peck on the lips in return.

"My love..." Aemond whispered. "I love you, don't you know that?"

You nodded, breathless, your hands holding his face in your hands.

"Well, then Vhagar will love you, my dear." Aemond took your hand in his and pulled you closer to him as you walked down the grassy area

You almost stopped dead in your tracks when you saw her. Vhagar.

She was gorgeous. She was the biggest dragon you had ever seen and she certainly looked frightening.

As Aemond and you neared closer to the dragon, Vhagar's head picked up and she huffed out at seeing her rider.

Aemond put his hand on her snout and spoke softly to her. You examined what you could of her where she lay. there was a ladder to help you get on her and she had a yellowish-green hue to her scales and she was the most beautiful dragon you'd ever seen.

"My love.." Aemond whispered to you, his hand outstretched as if he wanted you to take it.

Carefully, you took Aemond's hand and you almost yelped when he pulled you near him. Slowly, Aemond rubbed your knuckled and put his hand over yours as you touched her scales.

You smiled and looked to Aemond as Vhagar turned her head to see her rider. You jumped as Vhagar pushed you closer to her, her head nudging you.

Aemond smiled brightly, "She loves you."

Your hands glided over her scales some and you relished in the feeling of how warm she was. Aemond watched as Vhagar moved not an inch as if she felt afraid to scare you with her big movements.

"How beautiful.." You whispered and smiled at Vhagar.

"Yes, how beautiful indeed..." Aemond said, not on Vhagar, but on the very woman whom he had loved for years. The woman who was now meeting his dragon. His darling girl.

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[chloesolace]

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 - 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 [𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2]

summary: The day of your arranged wedding has come, and a new alliance is forged. And despite what you know about your new husband, his presence alone is enough to make cheeks flush and your hands shake. But would it be so bad to give in to these things you are feeling? Aemond, for one, seems to have made his mind up about you. Though the royal succession is a strong wind to withstand, and the future is never clear.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: making out, strangers trying to take the reader’s clothes off as part of a wedding tradition, no smut; fade to black

a/n: I can’t wait to see adult Aemond in a few weeks!

Part 1

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All eyes were on you as you stepped into the throne room. On the right side, you spotted your mother and siblings surrounded by guards, as your stepfather Daemon Targaryen took his spot next to you in your late father’s stead. Your siblings looked worried, but when you met your mother’s eyes, she offered you a reassuring smile. She knew you were making a huge sacrifice, and she was proud of you for that. 

Music started playing as you put one foot forward and took hold of your stepfather’s arm, your gaze glued to the stone floor beneath you. The beautiful, cream colored dress you wore squeezed your waist so that you feared you would faint then and there, since the chest piece consisted of a corset partially made out of metal. The sleeves were of the same material, resting upon your shoulders and shaped like relaxed dragon wings, hidden underneath your maiden’s cloak which bore the colors of House Targaryen and House Velaryon. 

You raised your gaze only for it to land on the iron throne behind the altar, partially hidden by ornaments and decorations. The throne was not at the center of today’s festivity, and yet, it was the reason that the civil war broke out in the first place, and the reason why you had to marry a man you barely knew. When you were little, before your mother brought you to Dragonstone, you played with Queen Alicent’s children, but the memories of it had faded long ago, leaving only blurred images and memories of feelings.

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[destinyisall-tlk]

how can you tell it’s a woman?. you have to ask?.

[simonxriley]

I know Ewan Mitchell is playing Aemond Targaryan in House of the Dragon but all i see is Osferth

[simonxriley]

I know Ewan Mitchell is playing Aemond Targaryan in House of the Dragon but all i see is Osferth

[prince-aegon-targaryen]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 2 of my Aemond Targaryen/Original Character fic The Fool and the Dragon

[dierwolves]

thinking of starting to write for house of the dragon after i stopped writing for got years ago... all thanks to my new obsession with daemon rhaenyra and aemond... in my targaryen era let's go

[osferth]

strong words

for anon; enjoy! <3

pairing : aemond targaryen x reader

word count : 2.4k

Despite officially being the children of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, the ‘true’ paternity of yourself and your three younger brothers - Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey - remained a popular subject of debate. Many believed that Harwin Strong fathered all four of you, owing to your distinct lack of valyrian features compared to either side of your family.

No matter the truth, you all carried your Targaryen heritage and the Velaryon name with pride.

The animosity between your brothers and the second son of the king, Prince Aemond Targaryen, had existed since you were children. In spite of this, you had not once found yourself the target of his resentment and disdain. At first, you and your brothers had assumed this was because you were merely a girl that posed little threat to the claims of Queen Alicent’s sons - but while that was almost certainly the case to begin with, you soon found that there was more to it than simply just your gender.

Until your father Laenor’s funeral, the quarrelling between them remained just that - quarrelling. You were all encouraged to spend time together, which helped you, Aemond, and Helaena grow close - but unfortunately had the adverse effect where he and the other boys, your brothers included, were concerned.

You could still recall the incident after Laenor’s funeral like it was yesterday, although it wasn’t something you liked to dwell on.

In the midst of grieving the loss of your father, you had discovered Aemond and your brothers fighting each other once again, having been alerted by their curse-laden shouts. Angered at the very sight, you made to walk over at once and yell at all of them when Aemond suddenly let out a terrible scream.

Luke had slashed his eye with a knife, and whatever you had been planning to say immediately died in your throat. You screamed for someone, anyone to get help whilst Aemond lay crying out in your lap. You tried not to look at his face or the blood staining your dress as you assured him that everything would be alright, all the while reminding yourself that Luke was only five and to be lenient with him, your little brother.

Your heart ached as you silently watched his mother and yours scream at the King and each other, calling for the sons of both to be soundly punished, and you held little Joff closer to you.

A momentary bolt of anger shot through you as you learned of Aemond’s mockery of your brothers, his use of the name Strong against them as provocation after they threatened to tell someone that he’d claimed Vhagar. Having assumed the two of you were friends, it stung - it surely meant he viewed you as a mere bastard, too.

But then your eyes met the one he had left from opposite ends of the room, and although his gaze was dulled by milk of the poppy for the pain, it was melancholy, and he held yours for as long as he could. Your heart could not bring yourself to hate him, not in this state, no matter how hard you tried.

Partly out of guilt and partly out of genuine concern for the wellbeing of your friend, you visited him often as he recovered - taking care to avoid Aegon and Queen Alicent… although the latter did not seem to hate you nearly as much as she did Jace, Luke, and Joff.

These constant visits only brought the two of you closer. To your brothers and the rest of your family, you passed them off as a mere show of compassion and goodwill - and fortunately for you, they believed this.

Even after he recovered and took to wearing an eyepatch to cover the wound, you continued to spend time together, but this time in secret. You no longer had an excuse, after all.

He soon apologised to you for the use of the word Strong - although he had already publicly done it once, this felt much more genuine and sincere and you forgave him, granted that he never used it again.

And to your knowledge, he never did.

Of course, relations between himself and your brothers did not improve - they had almost definitely worsened, in fact, but you had never expected them to improve anyway. However, they kept their snide jabs and remarks against each other to a minimum while you were within earshot, for your sake.

He was always very sweet to you, which did not change as the two of you grew older. You had been aware of his feelings for some time, but waited until he finally admitted them one night when you were both four-and-ten to reveal this.

Ever since, the two of you had kept up a steady relationship in total secrecy. The threat of discovery made it both terrifying and exhilarating, and you loved every second of the time you spent together.

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The displays of affection and amity at this feast that King Viserys had thrown satisfied only him. You observed him watching your mother and his queen exchange pleasantries with a large smile on his face, and shared a wry look with Aemond across the table.

This was something you both loved and hated about being with him in secret - the thrill of sharing gazes and smiles and the occasional brushing of hands in public was unmatched, but a part of you constantly wished you could do so freely.

Although you were well aware that almost everything spoken at this table was a farce, you could not blame the king for getting lost in it all. It was much nicer to pretend, just for one evening, that this was a functional family where everyone got along, after all. Aemond complimented your beauty with a polite smile, and while you sensed your brothers bristling slightly at this, you returned his smile with the knowledge that his words were truly genuine.

Of course, since the king’s health had worsened, he soon retired early from the table. Almost at once, the conversation began to devolve into belligerence, and you chuckled into your cup of wine. It was nice while it lasted, you thought.

Aemond suddenly rose to his feet, cup in hand, and the table fell quiet. It was unusual for him to make a toast, you thought, but you had the feeling that this was not going to be a particularly sincere one.

Your anticipatory grin faded as his gaze fell upon your brothers, and his cup raised.

“I have never known anyone so strong as my sweet nephews,” he smirked. “So let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”

The room remained uncomfortably quiet as you stared in disbelief at the man you so foolishly thought cared for you. Your vision of him blurred with tears and you abruptly stood up, ignoring the noisy scraping of your seat. Without a word to anyone you stormed out, blood boiling with anger as your heart broke.

If you had turned back to look, you would have seen the arrogant smirk on his face quickly fall away, replaced with uncomfortable realisation.

The minute you stood up, he realised the gravity of what he had done, but he could not simply follow you out just yet. To keep up appearances he smirked again, but it was half-hearted.

Afterwards he hardly paid attention to anyone, only seeking a way out of the room as fast as he could. Jacaerys soon asked Helaena for a dance, and Aemond stood up at once under the guise of anger.

It had angered him, but that was beside the point.

Either way, it allowed for him to storm out too, Aegon’s furious shouts soon distracting from his exit.

Meanwhile, you walked through corridors and passageways with little intention of going anywhere except away from the feast. You furiously wiped your tears as you wrenched the ring he had gifted you on your sixteenth name day from your finger, about to hurl it away when your name was called from behind you.

“Y/N, wait!”

It was Aemond, breathless and seemingly earnest with worry.

“Leave me alone!” you snapped, cursing your voice for breaking.

Of course, he did not.

“Y/N, my l-”

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed. “I am nothing to you but a bastard, am I not?

“No, you-”

But you refused to hear a word of it.

“You said it yourself! My brothers are a couple of Strong boys, yes? I imagine that makes me a very Strong girl-”

“Y/N, I had no intention of-”

“Implying our illegitimacy?” you finished. “No, I’m sure you did not.”

Having had enough, you turned on your heel to leave. Before you could, however, he blocked your path, and you quickly turned away from him.

“Please,” he sighed, taking your hand, “just give me a chance to explain.”

You rounded on him at once. “What is there to explain?” you yelled, wrenching your hand from his grip.

“Your brothers provoked me.”

An incredulous laugh escaped you. “Provoked you, did they? It does not matter if they got up and slapped you, you promised never to call us Strongs again! Or have you forgotten that?”

Aemond opened his mouth to protest this, but one look from you quickly silenced him.

“I should never have forgiven you the first time.”

This time, he let you go without a word.

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The following day, you hardly spoke to anyone. Your brothers saw this as a reaction to Aemond’s toast at the feast and sought to comfort you at once - and while they were right, they did not know the full truth. Nobody knew of your relationship with him, much less its failure, and so you were left feeling lonelier than ever.

Your mother visited your room in the evening, to comfort you as your brothers had and reassure you that Aemond’s words meant nothing. Though you appreciated the company, you wanted nothing more than to leave.

And so you crept out of the palace after your mother took her leave, finding your way back to your dragon. He lay near Vhagar, the sight hurting your heart even more. But you needed to escape, just for one night, and so you mounted him and flew from King’s Landing altogether - although you did not make the full trip back to Dragonstone.

Instead you stopped halfway, at the place you once used to meet Aemond. It was large enough to land your dragons on, and secluded enough that you wouldn’t be spotted. Whether flying there of all places was a good idea or not, you badly wanted to see it just one more time.

You were unsure of exactly how long you spent sitting in your usual spot, watching the stars in silence, but it had to have been hours. Just as you were convincing yourself to leave before it got too late, the familiar sound of beating wings stilled your movements.

It seemed Aemond had had the same urge as you, and the shock on both your faces as he came into view was almost palpable.

You were the first to break the uncomfortable silence.

“What are you doing here?”

Your question was soft, laden with hurt.

“I wish I had an answer for that,” he said. “I did not know you would be here.”

“I can tell,” you muttered, and he snorted in spite of himself. You turned away before he could see the brief smile on your face.

“May I sit?” he asked.

Unable to refuse him, you waved a hand, although your tone remained sullen. “You have flown all this way. Come.”

He walked over and sat beside you, keeping a respectable distance. Your heart continued to ache, but you kept your gaze firmly on the sky.

“I apologise,” he began, “for my words at the feast. You were right, Y/N. They were inexcusable no matter the circumstance, and… and I am ashamed that it took you to help me realise that.”

“How long did you rehearse that for?” you shot out. Almost immediately, you regretted your barbed response, but he did not react as you thought he might.

“I mean it,” he said earnestly, “all of it, I swear. Please, Y/N. Look at me.”

Reluctantly you turned to face him, and saw at once the sincerity in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“You hurt me,” you said quietly. “You forgot I was still there when you made that fucking toast.”

Aemond took your hand, and this time you did not pull away. “I did,” he sighed. “It was wrong of me, but all I wanted in that moment was to anger your brothers.”

“Yes, they are my brothers,” you said, “and I love them more than life itself. You would do well to remember that, no matter what transpires between you.”

“I know. I swear to you, such a mistake will not be made again.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes. I do.”

You exhaled shakily. “Do not make me a fool for trusting you twice.”

“I would never do that,” he assured you, “not to the one I love the most.”

When he wanted to, his words had always had a knack for making you smile, just as they were now.

“I could not bear to see you so upset,” he continued. “This guilt has torn relentlessly at my heart. Knowing what I had done to you, I could hardly even sleep last night.”

You squeezed his hand, before lifting it briefly to your lips. “I forgive you,” you whispered. “Just make things right tomorrow. Set your pride aside and apologise to my brothers, too… even if my silence towards you felt like penance enough.”

The look of annoyance on his face almost made you laugh, more so when he resolved to do as you said. As earnest as he was, his reluctance was obvious - but he knew your forgiveness would only be fully earned when it was done.

Nonetheless, you forgave him enough to first grant him one kiss, then several more, until the sky grew lighter and you knew you had to return.

“Just like the old days, eh?” he grinned as he saddled Vhagar.

You rolled your eyes. “Meaning last month?”

He chuckled at that, giving you one final kiss before you mounted your own dragon. “I should like to meet you somewhere a little closer by tomorrow night… perhaps in your room, if you’ll allow it. Vhagar is getting old, you know,” he added with a smirk.

“We shall see,” you laughed. “Provided you behave yourself, my love.”

Aemond watched you leave on dragonback with a fond smile, knowing that no matter how difficult, he would keep any and every promise he made to you.

[osferth]

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Both Ways

Part I: We Remember

Prince Daemon Targaryen goes to Runestone to lay his ‘bronze bitch’ to rest and claim everything she left behind.

But what he finds, and what he leaves with… is something else entirely.

Eventual Aemond x Daemon’s Daughter!OC. Just gotta set up the pieces first. Will be a mix of show and book canons, depending on what suits me narratively, and how much I feel up to writing.

Seven hells. Never in my life did I think I’d be writing a GOT/ASOIAF/HOTD-related fic, but that one-eyed bastard man really made me eat my words. 🫠🫠

[fuckyeahcerseiandjaime]

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I’ve created a fanfiction collection on AO3 to cater to JaimexCersei fans and give us a place to read good Jaime/Cersei fanfiction and avoid fics where Jaime/Cersei isn’t the main ship. 

[psychictwinsrph]

Cassandra of Troy and Apollo Ship Moodboard

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

[diioonysus]

greek mythology | trojan war | trojans

[henryfitzempress]

{ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ Hᴇɴʀʏ II·s ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛs}

[henryfitzempress]

Some of the Plantagenets’ mottos:

Henry III: “He who does not give what he loves does not get what he wants”.

Edward I: “Keep Faith.”

Edward III: “It is as it is”, “ Hay Hay the wythe Swan/By Godes soule I am thy man”, “ Syker as ye wodebynd” (”Strong as the woodbine”).

Queen Philippa: “Ich wyndemuth“ (I wind myself [around you]) and ”Myn biddeneye“ (”My bidding”).

Edward of Woodstock, Prince of Wales: “Ich dien” (”I serve”).

Richard II: “Sauz Departier”

Henry IV: “Soverayne”.

 Henry V: “Dieu et mon droit”.

Edward IV: “Modus et Ordo” (”Method and Order”).

Richard III: “Loyauté me lie” (”Loyalty binds me”)

[leroichevalier]

→ I shall not submit! I shall conquer! I shall rise! My name is Gomez Addams, and I have seen evil! I have seen horror! I have seen the unholy maggots which feast in the dark recesses of the human soul! I have seen all this, officer. But until today, I had never seen… *you*!